"We're out of lightspeed in 3... 2... 1..." A brief stop, a wall of stars turning into lines and forming a corridor. And then a familiar jolt as the ship exited from hyperspace to real-space. The chitter of the blue-and-white BG astromech behind the pilot's seat—and more importantly, the translation of that chitter on the screen—confirmed the location. The snowy planet growing in the front window by the minute was Mirial, the intended destination.
Kori took a deep breath. She had been pretty anxious about the mission ever since she got assigned to it. A negotiation with Mirialan military command for some combat vessels? Admittedly, it was for a good cause—to help the fledging anti-slaver movement. It added points in favor of the Jedi Order, but probably not enough to secure the deal without some haggling. Even if the vessels in question were old enough, the Zeltron wasn't really certain how to approach that job. Why have they even picked me, of all the Jedi who could do it?
The times when she had acted as a negotiator were few and far between. Perhaps the Council sought to fill that gap in her experience? Or maybe they intended to make use of Kori's Zeltron heritage. Her species was generally liked; in no small part due to the pheromones they exuded. Those pheromones had calming effect on people and made the Zeltrons more likable. Perhaps the Council hoped to get an edge in the negotiations that way? No, too much scheming. More likely it was just a setup by a fellow Knight Max Tionson. He must have told someone about their mission to Tatooine, and that Knight Nykoria Tallis had a way with words. Of course, there was always a less convoluted explanation—it could be that the Order had nobody else to send.
Thoughts like that had kept the Zeltron mostly preoccupied and silent throughout the flight. Luckily, the trip to Mirial hadn't taken much longer than a day. Not even close to being confined to the ship for a week to reach Batuu. Otherwise, Kori would've already tried to start a conversation with her passengers. But for now, she was content with silence... Which was promptly interrupted by the sound of incoming audio transmission.
—This is Mirial Orbital Control. Please identify yourself.
—This is BNG Y-22 Serendipity. I've been told that you'd be expecting us.
—Stand by, Serendipity... Affirmative. I'm sending you the coordinates and the route to your landing pad. Your escorts will meet you when you enter atmosphere. Please do not deviate from the assigned flight path.
Escorts? That sounded ominous. Then again, it was the military command they were meeting. Any site where the meeting would take place was probably a restricted area, and with strict procedures. The last thing she needed was to deviate from the navpoints on manual flight through a restricted area. A chirp from the astromech indicated that the route had been provided, and the ship was ready to go the last leg of the route on auto-pilot. "Well, here goes nothing," the Zeltron shrugged, transferring control to her droid. At that rate, it wouldn't be long before they'd be on the ground.
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Kori took a deep breath. She had been pretty anxious about the mission ever since she got assigned to it. A negotiation with Mirialan military command for some combat vessels? Admittedly, it was for a good cause—to help the fledging anti-slaver movement. It added points in favor of the Jedi Order, but probably not enough to secure the deal without some haggling. Even if the vessels in question were old enough, the Zeltron wasn't really certain how to approach that job. Why have they even picked me, of all the Jedi who could do it?
The times when she had acted as a negotiator were few and far between. Perhaps the Council sought to fill that gap in her experience? Or maybe they intended to make use of Kori's Zeltron heritage. Her species was generally liked; in no small part due to the pheromones they exuded. Those pheromones had calming effect on people and made the Zeltrons more likable. Perhaps the Council hoped to get an edge in the negotiations that way? No, too much scheming. More likely it was just a setup by a fellow Knight Max Tionson. He must have told someone about their mission to Tatooine, and that Knight Nykoria Tallis had a way with words. Of course, there was always a less convoluted explanation—it could be that the Order had nobody else to send.
Thoughts like that had kept the Zeltron mostly preoccupied and silent throughout the flight. Luckily, the trip to Mirial hadn't taken much longer than a day. Not even close to being confined to the ship for a week to reach Batuu. Otherwise, Kori would've already tried to start a conversation with her passengers. But for now, she was content with silence... Which was promptly interrupted by the sound of incoming audio transmission.
—This is Mirial Orbital Control. Please identify yourself.
—This is BNG Y-22 Serendipity. I've been told that you'd be expecting us.
—Stand by, Serendipity... Affirmative. I'm sending you the coordinates and the route to your landing pad. Your escorts will meet you when you enter atmosphere. Please do not deviate from the assigned flight path.
Escorts? That sounded ominous. Then again, it was the military command they were meeting. Any site where the meeting would take place was probably a restricted area, and with strict procedures. The last thing she needed was to deviate from the navpoints on manual flight through a restricted area. A chirp from the astromech indicated that the route had been provided, and the ship was ready to go the last leg of the route on auto-pilot. "Well, here goes nothing," the Zeltron shrugged, transferring control to her droid. At that rate, it wouldn't be long before they'd be on the ground.
@Raydo